No Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Til they, got ahold of me.

I opened doors for little old ladies;
I helped the blind to see.

I've got no friends, cuz they read the papers
They can't be seen.

With me

And I get real shot down, And I'm... feelin' mean!


(CHORUS)**
No more Mr. Nice Guy!
No more Mr. Clean

No more Mr. Nice Guy!
They say, "He's sick; He's obsene".

I've got no friends, cuz they read the papers
They can't be seen.

With me

And I get real shot down, And I'm... I'm gettin' mean!


(CHORUS)**
No more Mr. Nice Guy!
No more Mr. Clean.

No more Mr. Nice Guy!
They say, "He's sick; He's obsene".

My dog bit me on the leg today;
My cat clawed my eyes.

Mom's been thrown out of the social circlel;
and Dad has to hide.

I went to church, incogneto... wheneverybody roles.

The reverend Smitley, he recognized me
and punched me in the nose!


(CHORUS)**
He said, "No more Mr. Nice Guy!
No more Mr. Clean.

No more Mr. Nice Guy!
He said, "You're sick; You're obsene".


(CHORUS)**
"No more Mr. Nice Guy!
No more Mr. clean.

No more Mr. Nice Guy!
He said, "You're sick; You're obsene".